Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Hunter’s cheering from the stands, waving a foam finger, rooting me on next to my mom, dad, and sister. My whole family is right there in the stands. It’s beautiful.
Win or lose, my life is good. I play a game I love for a living, and I go home to a man I love more than the game.
I turn my gaze back to the field. Watching as the Miami quarterback throws an incomplete pass on fourth down, putting this game in the record books. I raise my arms in victory then run onto the field with my teammates in the best celebration of my life.
We shout and cheer, and this is better than I ever imagined.
Only one thing would make it better. I peel away from the Hawks and rush over to the fifty-yard line.
Hunter’s grin is bigger than mine, and that’s saying something.
“I can’t believe we won a Super Bowl, handsome,” I shout, even though he knows it.
“I can believe it,” he says, then he grabs my face and kisses me before the crowd and all the TV audiences around the world.
When he lets go, he says, “Now you have a ring.”
“It’ll be my second favorite,” I tell him.
We still have our original Vegas bands. They’re sentimental, and we love them. Every time I look at mine, I think about the night some bourbon and a bet led me to a chapel in the City of Sin.
Best decision I ever made, and I am so stoked that Vegas me was looking out for San Francisco me by marrying this amazing man.
A few days after the Super Bowl, I board a plane with my husband and we fly across the ocean.
These pictures are the best. “Can I get copies of every single one?”
I put on my best good-boy face as I plead with Hunter’s mom. I’m on the edge of my seat on her couch, and she’s been showing me photo albums featuring my husband as a kid.
“He’s never taken a bad photo in his life,” she says as she flips to another page in the album.
“I’m sure I’ve taken plenty of bad ones, Mum,” he says.
“No, you haven’t, love. It’s the dimple, plus your disposition,” she says, like that’s that.
“That’s a good line, Ms. Colburn. The dimple plus his disposition. I’m going to have to use that.”
“For what?” Hunter asks with an amused snort.
“For anything,” I say. “Trust me, I’ll find a way.”
Then, I pore over more photos of the man I love.
Later, we return to our hotel room overlooking the River Thames and I put my man on his knees and drive him wild. Then, he does the same to me.
The next night, we meet up with friends. We head to the coffee shop with Trevor and Liam. I greet them like they’re old pals, then Trevor says, “For the record, we always knew it was real.”
“It sure was,” I say.
We go to a dance club, where we meet Zane and Maddox, who are in town as part of their off-season travels before spring training. They love the club scene too, so the six of us drink champagne and whiskey, toasting to London.
“To baseball,” Zane shouts next, lifting his glass.
“To every sport,” Maddox says.
“To love,” I put in.
“And to sex. Lots and lots of sex and love,” Hunter adds.
Then, we head to the dance floor, coupling off, as Trevor and Liam dance together, as Zane moves behind Maddox, as my husband and I take turns grinding and kissing and laughing and drinking.
And living our best life together.
When we leave London a week later, we stop in New York, grab dinner with Hunter’s sister, then head over to Gin Joint in Chelsea to catch up with Luke and Tanner, as well as Bryan, who’s in town visiting his brother.
It’s the Vegas crew reunited, and it is good to see these guys again.
“Tanner, how’s your new friend in the suit?” I ask, curiously.
Tanner just grins. “We went out. It was…nice.”
Luke chuckles. “Nice? It was nice. That sounds soooo promising.”
Tanner shoots Luke a dark look. “Maybe nice isn’t bad.”
“For fifteen thousand dollars, I bet he wanted more than a nice date.”
“And maybe nice is a euphemism,” Tanner says drily.
Luke laughs. “Well, I like nice dates too then.”
Tanner claps Luke on the shoulder, his tone a little serious, maybe a little sexy too as he says, “Then, Luke. Maybe next time come out and bid more than fifteen thousand.”
Luke blinks. He’s quiet, then he clears his throat and says, “Good to know.”
We move on to other topics. At the end of the night, Tanner lifts a glass, his tone serious. “To the Vegas husbands. I always knew you two would last.”
Luke clinks his glass with ours, with genuine pride in his voice. “I knew it too.”
“In fact, we bet on it the next morning,” Bryan weighs in. “But we all said you’d stay married.”